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Cupid And Sara.
CUPID AND SARA .
AS late each flow ' r that sweetest blows I pluck'd , the garden ' s pride ! Within the petals of a rose A sleeping Love I " spied . Around his brows a beamy wreath Of many a lucent hue ;
All purple glow'd his cheek , beneath , Inebriate with the dew . I softly seiz'd th' unguarded power , Nor scar'd his balmy rest ; And plac'd him , cag'd within the flower , On spotless Sara ' s breast .
But when , unweeting of the guile , Awoke the pris ' ner sweet , He struggled to escape awhile , And stamp'd his faery feet . Ah ! soon the soul-entrancing sight Subdued th' impatient boy !
He gaz'd ! he thrill'd with deep delight ! Then clapp'd his wings for joy . c And O ! ' he cried— ' Of magic kind What charms this throne endear ! Some other love let Venus find—I'll fix my empire here . ' _ S . T . C .
Sonnet To The Marquis La Fayette.
SONNET TO THE MARQUIS LA FAYETTE .
AS when far off the warbled strains are heard , That soar on morning ' s wing the vales among , Within his cage th' imprisoned matin bird Swells the ' full chorus with a generous song : He bathes no pinion in the dewy light , No father ' s joy , no lover's bliss , he shares ; Yet still the rising radiance cheers his
sight—His fellows' freedom soothes the captive ' s cares ! Thou , Fayette ! who didst wake with startling voice Life ' s better sun from that long wintry night , Thus in thy country's triumphs shalt rejoice , And mock with raptures high the dungeon's might : For lo ! the morning struggles into day , And Slavery's spectres shriek , and vanish from the ray ! S . T . C-
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Cupid And Sara.
CUPID AND SARA .
AS late each flow ' r that sweetest blows I pluck'd , the garden ' s pride ! Within the petals of a rose A sleeping Love I " spied . Around his brows a beamy wreath Of many a lucent hue ;
All purple glow'd his cheek , beneath , Inebriate with the dew . I softly seiz'd th' unguarded power , Nor scar'd his balmy rest ; And plac'd him , cag'd within the flower , On spotless Sara ' s breast .
But when , unweeting of the guile , Awoke the pris ' ner sweet , He struggled to escape awhile , And stamp'd his faery feet . Ah ! soon the soul-entrancing sight Subdued th' impatient boy !
He gaz'd ! he thrill'd with deep delight ! Then clapp'd his wings for joy . c And O ! ' he cried— ' Of magic kind What charms this throne endear ! Some other love let Venus find—I'll fix my empire here . ' _ S . T . C .
Sonnet To The Marquis La Fayette.
SONNET TO THE MARQUIS LA FAYETTE .
AS when far off the warbled strains are heard , That soar on morning ' s wing the vales among , Within his cage th' imprisoned matin bird Swells the ' full chorus with a generous song : He bathes no pinion in the dewy light , No father ' s joy , no lover's bliss , he shares ; Yet still the rising radiance cheers his
sight—His fellows' freedom soothes the captive ' s cares ! Thou , Fayette ! who didst wake with startling voice Life ' s better sun from that long wintry night , Thus in thy country's triumphs shalt rejoice , And mock with raptures high the dungeon's might : For lo ! the morning struggles into day , And Slavery's spectres shriek , and vanish from the ray ! S . T . C-